[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
Before we get to choppin' this fable, I got an axe to grind
Say what you want about our very first battle, the rematch was mine
But tonight, my raps designed with a chiropractic mind, time to crack his spine
You know, put a nigga back in line
Talk stupid? Give his ass a .9
I was aimin' for his stomach but he ducked quick, had his abs in mind
And left him with an absent mind
The most satisfying thing about this battle? It only proves I'm hot
But since I got robbed now you gettin' robbed, don't make me shoot the shot
Fuck the opinions, Rum Nitty, Ill Will, and Lexx Luthor got
I'm sippin' rum with ill will, hop out the Lex just to loot the spot
Ruger pop, and that's how you make 'em chill
With a kick back
I got the Juice, like OJ, wait, shit let me flip that
I'm OJ, how I murdered this white bitch he should've quit that
Nah I'm OJ cause I came out west to get my shit back
Big facts
After the match? Shit, we walked from the club
People seen how we was drunk, yeah we got caught wit' a buzz
So of course they came over, started talked to us
Do y'all have any idea how awkward it was?
They was like, "Wow. What a battle
Chilla your first? Was unbelievable, and yoursecond...Real Deal, I thought a win was unachievable
I had it 2-0 goin' into the thirrd I...I thought the judges must've seen it too
But then ya third...was so heartfelt. Nothing but love from me to you
See, I'm one of your biggest fans. You always bring it in the ring bro
I mean I had Chilla 2-1 but still...you did your thing though."
And that's the thing bro
You'll say it's hate if I say it's a straight robbery
Now, I ain't lettin' that chain part from me
A K to this chest, why let a man jack it (letterman jacket) I play varsity
Now his Beans gettin' shot through the back like State Property
Go 'head, make mockeries of my passion and purpose
But I will leave you in grave (engrave) and I'm just scratchin' the surface
How 'bout a bullet in ya eye Deal (ideal), that would be perfect
All day these fans will praise you but are you actually worth it?
I mean when I'm rappin' these verses, you can tell that I'm one of the best
But this match was your fuckin' request, it's you who needs your fuckin' respect
We even agreed to split the cash, 'til I split the bag and shook until nothin' was left
He's lookin' at me like, "Where's my cut?"
I said, "Oh yeah...under ya neck!"
I'm [?], I slit his throat, shit was gross, drippin' slow, he turnin' purple
{Gasps} This ain't how we expected his end to go (indigo)
Listen bro
Everybody knows that you a battle vet'
So when they boo'd you I said, "No. No. Get your act correct
Don't do that to my mans, B. Have respect."
Gordon Ramsey I could've brought the whole Mass to (Master) Chef
Blastin' TEC's, you would've been runnin' from a barrage when them clips bustin'
Tips touch him like a massage it was ME who was the winner, this motherfuckas a fraud
The judges thought it was Real but it wasn't like a mirage
On dawgs we could've did this alone
No cameramen, flow damagin', disappear, then bro vanishin'
I slacked versus DNA last month but no panicking
I was savin' myself for the title, it's load management
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town!
Before we get to choppin' this fable, I got an axe to grind
Say what you want about our very first battle, the rematch was mine
But tonight, my raps designed with a chiropractic mind, time to crack his spine
You know, put a nigga back in line
Talk stupid? Give his ass a .9
I was aimin' for his stomach but he ducked quick, had his abs in mind
And left him with an absent mind
The most satisfying thing about this battle? It only proves I'm hot
But since I got robbed now you gettin' robbed, don't make me shoot the shot
Fuck the opinions, Rum Nitty, Ill Will, and Lexx Luthor got
I'm sippin' rum with ill will, hop out the Lex just to loot the spot
Ruger pop, and that's how you make 'em chill
With a kick back
I got the Juice, like OJ, wait, shit let me flip that
I'm OJ, how I murdered this white bitch he should've quit that
Nah I'm OJ cause I came out west to get my shit back
Big facts
After the match? Shit, we walked from the club
People seen how we was drunk, yeah we got caught wit' a buzz
So of course they came over, started talked to us
Do y'all have any idea how awkward it was?
They was like, "Wow. What a battle
Chilla your first? Was unbelievable, and yoursecond...Real Deal, I thought a win was unachievable
I had it 2-0 goin' into the thirrd I...I thought the judges must've seen it too
But then ya third...was so heartfelt. Nothing but love from me to you
See, I'm one of your biggest fans. You always bring it in the ring bro
I mean I had Chilla 2-1 but still...you did your thing though."
And that's the thing bro
You'll say it's hate if I say it's a straight robbery
Now, I ain't lettin' that chain part from me
A K to this chest, why let a man jack it (letterman jacket) I play varsity
Now his Beans gettin' shot through the back like State Property
Go 'head, make mockeries of my passion and purpose
But I will leave you in grave (engrave) and I'm just scratchin' the surface
How 'bout a bullet in ya eye Deal (ideal), that would be perfect
All day these fans will praise you but are you actually worth it?
I mean when I'm rappin' these verses, you can tell that I'm one of the best
But this match was your fuckin' request, it's you who needs your fuckin' respect
We even agreed to split the cash, 'til I split the bag and shook until nothin' was left
He's lookin' at me like, "Where's my cut?"
I said, "Oh yeah...under ya neck!"
I'm [?], I slit his throat, shit was gross, drippin' slow, he turnin' purple
{Gasps} This ain't how we expected his end to go (indigo)
Listen bro
Everybody knows that you a battle vet'
So when they boo'd you I said, "No. No. Get your act correct
Don't do that to my mans, B. Have respect."
Gordon Ramsey I could've brought the whole Mass to (Master) Chef
Blastin' TEC's, you would've been runnin' from a barrage when them clips bustin'
Tips touch him like a massage it was ME who was the winner, this motherfuckas a fraud
The judges thought it was Real but it wasn't like a mirage
On dawgs we could've did this alone
No cameramen, flow damagin', disappear, then bro vanishin'
I slacked versus DNA last month but no panicking
I was savin' myself for the title, it's load management
You might've battled dudes who sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town!
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